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An amateurish portrait of the young Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro, dated SA 97 [!] Posters would be put up around Balian mentioning the following: Balian. Beautiful Balian, a place where I wish to spend the rest of my life in harmony and peace. And yet, can we really claim that our country is the greatest when we still have citizens existing in subpar living conditions - some at the brink of famine? Who can look into the eyes of a homeless child without feeling any sympathy? We as a nation seek greatness, and we as the people of Balian must make a genuine effort to achieve this greatness. City-life has always been a foreign concept to me, primarily due to my upbringing which alienated me from much of society. Despite recently making the decision to reintegrate myself back into society, there’s still much that I fail to comprehend; one such thing is how we enable and allow for so much unnecessary suffering to transpire within our community. While Balian is undoubtedly a noble nation with great respect for its people, constantly crusading for the rights of its citizens, there’s one specific faction of society who is unjustly overlooked: The poor. Balian is surely the most developed nation in respect to culture and people's rights; I'm grateful to have the privilege of residing somewhere which values the humanity of its population so greatly - in no ways am I criticizing our glorious nation; but, still, all too often people are left to deal with their misfortune by themselves without any assistance. No longer can I, in good conscience, allow the less fortunate to struggle while others sit in idle indifference; I wish to make an effort to assist in every way I can and bring awareness to their plight. I spent the near-entirety of my life traveling across the world alongside my grandfather before settling within Balian. While away at sea both my father and grandfather passed; not only that, but the patriarch of the Novellen-Kaphro family passed, too. Willed to me was a hefty inheritance in addition to the titular County of Kaphro; a title that was given to my great-grandfather Prince Peter Maximillian by Joseph II, Emperor of Oren. But what use do I have for such money? What benefit will it provide if I hoard it all to myself? I wish not to allow greed to corrupt me. As such, I will be using the entirety of my inheritance to fund the Kaphro Foundation, a charitable organization which will dedicate itself to ensuring that all of Balian’s people are void of struggles, especially those who are disadvantaged. My charity will not be bogged down by the weight of governmental bureaucracy for it will be privately operated, and, thus, able to efficiently focus all of its attention on the social needs of Balian's less fortunate citizens. The Kaphro Foundation's first major project will be developing a beautiful non-profit public housing facility which will quarter those who are unable to afford traditional housing arrangements. I will be taking the steps necessary to make this idea happen within this year. Additionally, I will be running for Senate which, if elected, will allow me to more efficiently execute these kinds of plans. Thank you all for making Balian a beautiful place, Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro, founder of the Kaphro Foundation and Candidate for the Balian Senate
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SURNAME: Novellen-Kaphro FIRST NAME: Anne Marie ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Palace Apartment 4 FACTION(NOBILITY OR COMMONER): Nobility YEAR OF BIRTH: SA 77 Are you registered and eligible to vote? Yes ((MC NAME)): macaroniminx
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Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro was quite excited for these wonderous events, she happily wrote down each date in a leather bound notebook.
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It's time for me to roleplay as a pretty princess, nobody can stop me
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A portrait of Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro, date and artist both unknown. More than ten long years have passed since Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro first stepped onto the ship alongside her grandfather; the well-majority of her life has been spent at sea, taking in everything that the world had to offer her outside of Almaris. Her first steps onto dry land marked a symbolic farewell to her grandfather, forever leaving behind any memories of what she considered a 'normal' life as she set out to take on a new one, far different than what she'd known all her life. The pain of losing her beloved grandfather, Balthazar, still troubled her after all these years. It was enough to force her to embark for home, but who at home did she have to return to? Nobody. Not a single family member remained - only distant cousins, cousins who were hardly aware of Anne Marie's existence. There was so much fear and doubt which consumed her the second she stepped off the boat: "Will they welcome me back 'home'?" "What if they dislike me?" "Maybe I should turn around." Nonetheless, the young girl knew she had to face adversity with a sense of bravery and fortitude. She was never willing to back down from any danger before; what made this situation any different? Except, this time, she was alone - with the loss of her grandfather came the loss of Anne Marie's confidence. So much has changed ever since she set out to sea with him. The world she was once accustomed to is clearly no more, and in its wake there remains only confusion and chaos. Distraught by the loss of her family, she had nowhere to turn; no one to comfort her. Furthermore, she was stressed by news she had recently been told. With the passing of her last family member, Anne Marie was the only remaining candidate to possibly be eligible for the County of Kaphro, a title that was originally created for her great-grandfather: Prince Peter, fifthborn son of Joseph II, the Emperor of the now-extinct Holy Orenian Empire. At the time of his death, the title had been passed from Prince Peter to his heir, so on and so on until eventually the title reached Anne Marie; herself being the last Novellen-Kaphro alive. She knew hardly anything about Prince Peter. She had never even met him before! Even worse, Anne Marie never expected to ever inherit any kind of title, let alone take up the responsibilities that come with such a thing; after all, she was an adventurer - NOT some kind of noblewoman! “Countess Anne” she said aloud to herself, shuddering at the thought. She debated to herself whether the title even had any meaning within the Kingdom of Balian. Anne Marie let out a sigh as she knew it was her duty to meet with the King, a cousin of hers, to discuss such a matter. Eventually, she arrived at the long staircase leading up to Balian. It was finally time for Anne to end one journey, and for her to begin another. She smiles upon entering the city, “maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe this WILL be my home.”
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We need gyms all around each nation so our characters can get peak gainz
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Dawn Aphelion simply squints at the missive, staring at it intently for around fifteen minutes before speaking to herself. "If only I knew how to read."
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McChicken from McDonalds with a large fry. Can I get one honey mustard please. Oh, and for my drink can I get a Large Sprite? Thanks
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I shall remember you in such fond ways king. May your journey be that of one with adventure and enjoyment ☺️
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Dawn Aphelion would look at the missive. First, she’d view it with one eye closed then the other. Finally, she’d use both. “I still can’t read.”
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Layla Lovett would scoff to herself at this statement
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Get ur high elf spit ale. Filled with ale and a tinge of queen elf spit! Get it while it's hot.
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Ophelia Romanov giggled at the words, seeing it first hand was truly the best. ”Gustaven got his arse beat and almost lost his arm. Maybe he shouldn’t cheat on his wife and this would’ve never occurred.”
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William Bourdain was born in 1785 during the middle of the seventh seed - the Deep Cold - to an exceptionally poor fisherman and his wife seated in a insignificant village outside of Helena, the capitol of the Holy Orenian Empire. An exceptionally grim winter at the time, William's first few months were inarguably the most difficult of his life. William's father had issues with being able to routinely provide food to the family due to the rivers and lakes being iced over at the time, and the family lacked the money to be able to consistently afford anything from the markets; this inability to provide for his family caused a great rift to occur between William's father and his mother which would eventually worsen. However, by the grace of the Creator, William survived his first winter. The first few years of William's life were very mundane in his village where there wasn't much to do aside from spending time with his father. While his family was very poor, his father tried his best to help William have somewhat of an education so that he could potentially have a bright future. The family couldn't afford sending him to a school, but William's father was intelligent enough to be able to teach him things such as math and language skills. William's mother was often times too busy with matters outside of the household to be able to help him with his education. There weren't many children William's age in the village except the next-door farmer's son Henry Steinrich. Henry and him would often have their own little adventures near a rockbed outside of the village. One day at the age of six, Henry and William were playing until dark at the rockbed. Both children climbed on top of a boulder that resided on top of the rockbed which watched over it. William suggested that they horse-play on top of the boulder; the two soon began to push eachother, seeing who fell off first. With each shove, Henry began to move closer and closer to the boulder's edge where until eventually he slipped headfirst and fell to his death. After his only companion's death William soon realized that he should never make decisions on his own, for it was his decision that resulted in Henry's demise. Shortly after, William began to properly heal from his friend's passing. It was one night at the age of seven that his mother stormed into the family's little shack with a male forest elf by her side. She exclaimed that she's leaving and that the forest elf could provide for her better than William's father ever could. This experience scarred William and caused him to develop hatred towards elves and distrust in women. He believed that elves are master manipulators are that's the reason why his mother left. William and his father's relationship grew very close as a result of these events, with William prioritizing his father's well-being because of how much he meant to him. The bond between father and son was inseperatable. At the age of eleven was when William migrated from Arcas to Almaris with his father. Although there were more children his age in the place that they setlled at in Almaris, William was very reclusive due to the trauma that he experienced when he was younger. He instead focused more on educating himself through whatever means he could obtain; this usually meant stealing books. One evening while much older at the age of eighteen, William was caught red-handed stealing literature. As a result he was banished from his village. He promised his father that he would make him proud and ultimately better his father's life. He set out into the world with wanderlust, hoping to accomplish the promise he made his father. It didn't take long before William ran out of minas to fund his "adventuring." It was then that he met Gustaven von Halsfield ((knights5544)), a founding-member of the Order of the Black Crow, a mercenary guild. Gustaven was by no means a mercenary, spending his time doing more drinking rather than fighting, but William soon became very close with him and joined the guild with him for the sake of needing steady income. William, young and inexperienced, is soon to learn much about the world ahead of him.
